4649337Poems — Pussy-WillowEdith Willis Linn
PUSSY-WILLOW.
THE snow was deep and the air was chill
When the willows waked this year;
The skies were blue, the sun shone clear
But the frost lay hard on plain and hill,
When the blind, dumb sap began to thrill.
When willows knew the spring was near,
What matter if the snow lay drear?
They dreamed of leafy June, their will
Feared not the cruel winter's might.
The dumb, dark strivings of our heart—
That wills to break its prison home,
That knoweth somewhere there is light—
Are like these silvery buds that start.
Who says the summer shall not come?